“It’s not a matter of have to, it’s a matter of should. One good turn deserves another, after all.” She chided gently, rolling up his sleeve to get a good look at the wound. It didn’t look too bad, but it likely stung. Easy enough to heal. She pressed her lips to it for a few seconds, letting the magic she’d inherited from her merrow grandmother do it’s work. The injury disappeared, as if it had never been in the first place. “There. If you like I can sew up the tear in your sleeve as well.”
‘One good turn deserves another, after all.’
Except, he didn’t do so much as a good deed, more like to get her out of his presence for the time being. Before the man could argue otherwise, though, his sleeve was rolled up, her hands holding his arm in place as her lips gently pressed against the wounded skin. While his cheeks had a light shade of red painted across them. She wasn’t kissing his arm, was she?! They hardly knew each other, for God’s sake! ..But, her mouth had left his arm before he could tear it away…and the injury went as well, to his surprise. “Where’d it go?…” The whisper left his mouth as digits ran over the now healed area. The offer met his ears, and Michael gave a small nod. “I wouldn’t mind that. Thanks, by the way.”
“No problem. Um, thanks for not freaking out about the method.” Her cheeks had their own faint dusting of pink. She knew a kiss to heal was different than a kiss to love, but it was still embarrassing for such an innocent girl. She took out her sewing kit, the one she used often to patch up the rips and tears she got during battles when on a job. Selecting a bit of brown thread, she threaded the needle and turned the sleeve inside out to mend it. Once the work was done, she tied it off and snipped the thread with a small dagger. “All done! Shouldn’t even be able to tell there was a tear without a close look.”
can we talk about how sherlock holmes says ‘neat’
oh these kids were eating themselves to death with mercury poisoned chocolate
neat
golly gee john come look isn’t that just nifty
‘NEAT’ DOESN’T MEAN THE SAME IN ENGLISH ENGLISH AS IN US ENGLISH YOU TWATS …READ THE PREVIOUS COMMENTS
He means “tidy”, “ordered”, “clever”
NOT
“cool”, “awesome” or “amazing”.
During TWEWY, I always alternated between wanting to hug Joshua and wanting to punch him
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“There, ye’re getting tha hang of it!” Tesni grinned her encouragement at him as she kept them going in time to the music. He looked so cute, blushing as he stumbled through the steps. She felt a little guilty for thinking that when he was trying his hardest, but she couldn’t help it. It was far too endearing. And he was doing very well for his first time. “I mean stuff like this!” She twirled him around once then brought him into a dip. It was hard to do properly with her hand on his neck instead of his back, but accomplished dancer that she was she pulled it off.
Scàth gave her a small smile, happy that he was doing okay. “T- Thanks.” A few moments later, he found himself much closer to the ground, being held up by Tesni, and blushing red. “O- Oh. T- That kind of s- stuff.” He righted himself again, still blushing, and returning to their original movements. “I g- guess that is m- more than s- simply walking in a s- square.”
“Much more. And this is just a waltz, other dances are lots more complex.” She wanted to dance all sorts of dances with him, but for now they would just stick with a simple waltz. Oh well. She let out a small sigh and continued the little pattern. One-two-three, one-two-three, ect, ect.
Scàth was happy for the simplicity of the waltz, but something, that something being Tesni’s obviously impatient sigh, that Tesni was quickly becoming bored. He had already gotten the hang of the simple movements of the waltz, though he still wasn’t perfect yet, so maybe he could try something more complex. “Um, w- would you l- like to m- move on to s- something else, t- then?”
“Mm, maybe.” Tesni smiled, bringing her face a bit closer to his. “But I’m not sure ye’re ready for a new dance. Still, ya want ta try twirling me around a bit?” There were ways to make a waltz more fun, and she was wiling to wait for him to try out all the dance had to offer before challenging him with something else.
“Will do! Thanks again!” She pushed the bangs of her short lilac and electric blue hair out of her face, turning to go in the direction he’d pointed out. But as she did so, she caught sight of his injury, and stopped. From what she could see it didn’t look too bad, but he had just helped her, so the least she could do was heal it. “Do you want me to take a look at that?” She asked, walking over and standing on tiptoe to get a closer look. Despite being a grown woman she was only 4’11, and her wicked combat boots added a mere two inches.
A familiar roll of his brown hues would be the action he made after she had turned away. Optimistic dumbass… A light frown tugged at his lips once his eyes met the wound once again. How was he supposed to cover this up without letting anyone see it? Because, with his luck, someone would see it, and someone would want to play nurse with him to fix it up. Those someone’s being Gavin or even Ray, he imagined. “Well, fuck.” he hissed out. —And then there she was again, the surprise evident on his face, if only for a short time. “Ah, uh, well.” Stuttering. Nice fucking job, stupid. ” …You don’t have to, I guess…”
“It’s not a matter of have to, it’s a matter of should. One good turn deserves another, after all.” She chided gently, rolling up his sleeve to get a good look at the wound. It didn’t look too bad, but it likely stung. Easy enough to heal. She pressed her lips to it for a few seconds, letting the magic she’d inherited from her merrow grandmother do it’s work. The injury disappeared, as if it had never been in the first place. “There. If you like I can sew up the tear in your sleeve as well.”
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“There, ye’re getting tha hang of it!” Tesni grinned her encouragement at him as she kept them going in time to the music. He looked so cute, blushing as he stumbled through the steps. She felt a little guilty for thinking that when he was trying his hardest, but she couldn’t help it. It was far too endearing. And he was doing very well for his first time. “I mean stuff like this!” She twirled him around once then brought him into a dip. It was hard to do properly with her hand on his neck instead of his back, but accomplished dancer that she was she pulled it off.
Scàth gave her a small smile, happy that he was doing okay. “T- Thanks.” A few moments later, he found himself much closer to the ground, being held up by Tesni, and blushing red. “O- Oh. T- That kind of s- stuff.” He righted himself again, still blushing, and returning to their original movements. “I g- guess that is m- more than s- simply walking in a s- square.”
“Much more. And this is just a waltz, other dances are lots more complex.” She wanted to dance all sorts of dances with him, but for now they would just stick with a simple waltz. Oh well. She let out a small sigh and continued the little pattern. One-two-three, one-two-three, ect, ect.
Stephen Fry, the closest thing there is to a deity in my life.
i wish more people would understand this.
he’s an atheist, which is weird because i often think he may be a god.
I’m glad someone else has said this. Someone people listen to.
Anonymous asked: sigferor had been so peaceful since keiz mysteriously disappeared, but since he's coming back right about now, what do you think about it?
Dis: Keiz is back? Oh, I should go visit and see how he’s doing. -complete innocent friendliness-
Tor:…Dude was missing?
Tesni: Who?
